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Rustle McBride May 2016
I'm growing up.
My mind is changing everyday.
The time is passing,
but I don't let it slip away.
With every action
I take two problems into play.
I'll find the answers
and I can't wait another day.

My life's unfolding,
but I have seen it all before.
One day I will be rich,
although for now I may be poor.
The doors aren't open,
yet it still feels like a tour.
But, there is chance
and that's a fact I can't ignore.

I heed each step
yet I care not about the stride.
I know I'll get there
and that effort will provide.
I'll reach for stars
and that someday I will decide,
that I have made it,
and then I'll find a place to die.
Ajahnique Dandy May 2016
I've always wondered how each step could sit so silently, watching as the ceiling lights bounced back and forth ; from white wall to white wall. I've also wondered how they could wait so patiently in the shadows while those lights and those that passed through stole the glory of it all.
Is it because they've accepted their role and realized that they've been stepped on so many times it's pointless to complain? Or is it because they know their location of isolation serves a greater purpose than most could contain?
I would think that it is safe to assume that each inference is true because if you were destined to be that step for people to reach their next level in life (by stepping up and over you) you'd think it true too..
Now remember this is much deeper than a simple stair well , lights and some white walls.
This is a scenario describing a girls life, who found her life in loosing her life for a greater cause..
Must read from a faith perspective.
Shan Coralde May 2016
Its for your own good.
Words no one ever thought was true.
6 words no one ever believed.
Even though it is the truth.

There's a simple reason,
For people to never believe
The words of assurance
that you force on them.

Even if you tell them,
"Its for your own good"
If you'll never say why
They will always live,

With the fact that the thing,
That they wanted and loved,
At that point in time,
Was never for them.

A kid wanted a toy,
It wasn't bought.
Instead he got words that said,
"Its for your own good"

Not knowing that in time,
A new toy would come out,
That would be his,
In a lifetime than an instant.

A candy he wanted,
His mouth watering for desire
Again he never got it,
"Its for your own good"

Not knowing he'd get,
a fresh batch of cookies.
That would satisfy not only his mouth
But his stomach as well.

Wanting a smartphone today?
don't get it,
"Its for your own good" they told him
With envy of others he lived with his keypad phone.

Not knowing,
That, in a few days
A new, better, improved, and sexier. Smartphone would be released

That's why,
As I walk away from everything,
That we've built with our wounded hands.
I will tell you,

"Its for your own good"

But I will not leave without saying why.
No, I won't, I've been living with the question,
"Why" for a very long time,
So much so, That I don't want another.

"This is for your own good,
Because I know when I leave,
Someone will take my place,
By your side,
Not a boy, But a man.
Someone whose Arms would make you feel safe.
Someone whose eyes would let you see his soul.
Someone whose hearbeat would make you stop,

To stop asking why. Because for once, you'd think, that this is good.
That this is right, that everything in this messed up world,
Where everyone wants to hurt someone,
where everyone yearns for something else but you.

You've found a place that would make you feel,
That everything is as it should be.

So believe me when I say "This is for you own good'"
My first longest poem (lol)
Jude M Salazar Apr 2016
Oh child, goodbye
For they wish for you leave
Oh woman, stand strong
Mark Lecuona Apr 2016
Words, never uttered
Not in the way they were meant to be spoken
To live honorably, an honest life
Full of dignity and promises unbroken
Instead, lost moments
Years of pursuing what my flesh would desire
Empathy, only a hint
Swallowed by nights with my mind on fire
Left behind, the past weeps
But it embraces my children beyond its duty
Cleanliness, a robe to wear
Is in the hearts of those who now define beauty
I see poverty, my eyes drawn to them
Touching the souls of those life treats as a sin
They are alive, breathing among us
Their pain is the path where humility will begin
The man gets old,
as he has been told.
The woman is older still, and though looking so young,
She is in pain a lot and knows that.

The man is just an old, silly linguist, not even real
Just a computational linguist.
The woman is a sexto-grammarian and an expert and teacher,
She loves it, and still teaches people everything.

And although their love is unquestionably strong and true,
Their time together is all too short,
Their all too short "conjugal visits" are
More about "conjugation" than anything else.
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